The worst part is not the rush of chills traveling straight down to my legs and strange churning in my stomach when I hear the way you talk about her
like she was the best friend that listened and talked to you
for three years
from authentic conversations to nonsensical random thoughts I rambled about because everything I mentioned felt important around you
delusional was the best friend thinking she was more than just a pastime when his real love had gone to bed.
The worst part is the petite brunette-haired girl in the back of my math class that casually mentions your name
as flashbacks flare in my mind of everything that has to do with
that one word
somehow has the power to crush my metaphorical heart into a million tiny pieces
unapparent to anyone around me what an effect you still have like a trigger of a gun pulled
releasing mental pictures as fast as flipping through a photo album of memories
and when it rains
I remember the way we’d laugh about somehow always talking during thunderstorms
but the math teacher continues to discuss derivatives
the rain continues to fall
and I am reminded that you are not here at all.
kaayy before i lose more followers im stopping with my hype about the neon lights tour lol have to finsih my psychology work anyways y cant i be on this website for more than 5 minutes goddammit
IT ISNT A TOUR TIL DEMI TRIPS IM LAUDHING
Demi and Nick performing Catch Me
"Demi, mind if I sing this verse?"
- Nick Jonas being stupidly adorable
NICK AND DEMI SANG STOP THE WORLD CATCH ME AAAND HERE WE GO AGAIN GOD IS REAL
When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.